’ Fury rippled again. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. But the big job for you is yet to come. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses. She had made her way since then a little further into the heart of life. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice. Wood from pressing his suit long ago.
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